Here in myself I find me lost br As I fragment inside the core br These tiny scatterings of shell br Are spilling out onto the floor br br I do believe I’m breaking up br This I was sure I’d never do br My channel’s unidentified br No frequency is getting through br br For this day brings me no agenda br With lack of speech and empty head br All conversations disengaged br A loss of life the soul has bled br br I am autumnal to the touch br With much abandonment of thought br I lack direction or result br With zero reading in the eyes br br Right now I’m found unoccupied br While in the undercurrent laid br There’s no reaction to the world br I am departed from the day br br As my reflection seems to fade br There’s little of me here to see br I’m much less obvious than before br Today I am the ghost of mebr br Alison Mary Dunnbr br